Part 3: the parents' house
Jul. 5th, 2003 12:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unbibiumI went to my family's house in the western suburbs to enjoy some burgers and lounge around the pool.
Today must have been the first time I've gone swimming during the daytime since high school. I didn't have any dark goggles, so I just wore my sunglasses. And my fedora. Except I couldn't find the nice, tan, aerated fedora, so I wore the thick black wool fedora. And it didn't even really keep the sun out, since it still reflected off the water. But, once I got used to only being able to see while facing east, swimming became rather enjoyable. The high temperature was 114 degrees, but I was cool and comfortable.
My parents' pool is small and pond-shaped, and there's a waterfall and a little stream flowing over flat stones spilling into it. It has a beach entry, where instead of a series of steps, there's a ramp ending in a single shelf. At the deepest point, it's probably only five feet deep.
I don't think my family has ever owned a large pool. The pool at our last house was square, deepest in the middle, and had a volleyball net across the middle. Only the entry steps broke the symmetry. Aesthetically, though, there wasn't much going for it; even the sidewalk surrounding it was rather narrow.
There was no volleyball there that day, but I got to reacquaint myself with the feeling of water, the sensation of turbulence against my fingers when I moved my arms quickly, the childish joy of splashing around and getting knocked off a raft, and seeing how one of those floating foam noodles can affect my balance.
Today must have been the first time I've gone swimming during the daytime since high school. I didn't have any dark goggles, so I just wore my sunglasses. And my fedora. Except I couldn't find the nice, tan, aerated fedora, so I wore the thick black wool fedora. And it didn't even really keep the sun out, since it still reflected off the water. But, once I got used to only being able to see while facing east, swimming became rather enjoyable. The high temperature was 114 degrees, but I was cool and comfortable.
My parents' pool is small and pond-shaped, and there's a waterfall and a little stream flowing over flat stones spilling into it. It has a beach entry, where instead of a series of steps, there's a ramp ending in a single shelf. At the deepest point, it's probably only five feet deep.
I don't think my family has ever owned a large pool. The pool at our last house was square, deepest in the middle, and had a volleyball net across the middle. Only the entry steps broke the symmetry. Aesthetically, though, there wasn't much going for it; even the sidewalk surrounding it was rather narrow.
There was no volleyball there that day, but I got to reacquaint myself with the feeling of water, the sensation of turbulence against my fingers when I moved my arms quickly, the childish joy of splashing around and getting knocked off a raft, and seeing how one of those floating foam noodles can affect my balance.
